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Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
AMELIA'S POVThe silence was a thick shroud in the car on the way back home, broken only by the occasional sighs from my grandmother. We had lost — and not just the auction bid, but a fortune borrowed on crippling terms. My fingers nervously fumbled with the edge of my jacket, knowing that the $5 million interest hanging over our heads was a missile in the air, waiting to drop.As soon as we walked into the living room, Grandma White began pacing, her agitation a living, breathing entity in the room. I knew better than to speak first."Amelia," she started, her voice a mix of despair and fury, "how could this have happened? And to think that it was Richard of all people!" She spat his name out like a curse. "Has he been sitting on a gold mine all this time?"Grandma was a thundercloud of fury, her eyes dark storms beneath furrowed brows. I flung my purse onto the couch and slumped beside it. "It's like we just set fire to that money, Grandma."She snorted, a harsh sound that spoke vol
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
RICHARD’S POVI was practically dragging my feet by the time I finally made it home. The auction had been a marathon, and even though I left with lighter pockets, the feeling of victory was palpable, like I'd just won some secret war. That sensation only amplified when I saw the notification pop up on my phone: +1 Ultra Billionaire Point. A grin spread across my face as I thought about my ever-growing score in the relentless game of wealth and power. It was a mix of emotions; the excitement of the win at the auction, the pride in that new ultra-billionaire point that flashed in my system's notification like a badge of honorI tossed my keys onto the mahogany entryway table, the heavy clink echoing faintly in the spacious foyer. The rush of the auction still thrummed through my veins. Dropping Jenny off had been a silent affair, the kind that spoke louder than words ever could. The house was quiet, the kind of silence that wraps around you like a comfortable blanket. I needed that af
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
RICHARD’S POVThe secretary, Miss Carrow, stood poised with her tablet by the door, waiting for instructions.I couldn't help the curiosity that crept into my voice. "Trouble on the horizon?"Henderson’s lips quirked into a half-smile. "Isn't there always in our line of work? But let's not worry about that now. We have our own future to secure.”I nodded, my focus returning to the contract. The pen touched the paper, the ink flowing as I signed my name. It was a commitment, the deal sealed in the ever-shifting tides of business. I handed the contract back to Tom, who signed with a flourish.He gave me a half-smile, the kind that's reserved for moments like this. “Welcome to the team, Richard. I have a feeling we're going to do great things together."The handshake that followed was firm, a mutual recognition of the journey ahead.I leaned forward, my hands clasping together as if to physically hold onto the moment. “I don't know what to say. I'm—"He raised a hand to halt my words. “S
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER THIRTY
AMELIA'S POVI leaned against the cool metal of a nearby lamppost, my body suddenly too heavy to support itself. Richard, my ex-husband, had secured the contract that was supposed to be our saving grace. I thought of all the time I had spent preparing to secure this contract, of the endless promises I had made on the strength of this deal. All for naught.People passed by me on the sidewalk, and I barely noticed them. My world was reduced to the screen of my phone and the ruin of my dreams.The drive home was the longest of my life, each traffic light a red-eyed monster glaring at me, each turn a twist in the tightening knot of my stomach.I cheated on Richard. There, the ugly truth lay in my mind, a venomous snake coiled and hissing, its fangs dripping with the poison of guilt. Was this a curse, could it be the universe punishing me for my infidelity? My hands trembled on the steering wheel, and I had to focus on the road ahead to keep from swerving into oncoming traffic.On billboard
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
RICHARD'S POVI was poring over the details of the partnership when my secretary buzzed in. "Amelia's here to see you," she said, a note of surprise in her voice.Amelia. I hadn't seen her since the day of the auction. A sense of unease gripped me, but I pushed it aside. "Send her in," I commanded, not sure what to expect.She entered, a vision of distress. I raised my head to observe her, my expression guarded. "Amelia," I said, my voice neutral. "What brings you here?"Amelia swallowed the lump in her own throat. "Richard, I need your help."The laughter that followed wasn't cruel, but it wasn't kind either. "You need my help?""I know how this looks," She said quickly. "But it's not for me—it's for my family. We're about to lose everything. The company, our home, our legacy. Mr. Kingsley loaned us money, and he's calling it in. We have 48 hours to pay back $35 million."My expression changed, the smile replaced by something colder, more calculating."I know we've had our difference
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
AMELIA’S POVThe moment Richard handed me the check, a surge of exhilaration washed over me. "Thank you…thank you so much. I don't know how to ever repay you for this kindness," I said, my voice rich with an emotion that was part gratitude, part performance.Richard, I can’t tell you what this means to me,” I said, my voice quivering with feigned emotion. “You’re a lifesaver.”In truth, we only needed five million dollars to pay off the loan. As a matter of fact, we did not spend a dime out of the loan we got from Mr Kingsley. Grandma and I had signed an agreement to return the money to Mr Kingsley with an extra five million dollars as interest. This was not supposed to cause even the slightest worry for us, as we had expected the gates of riches to spread their arms before us when we wonwin the bid at the auction.But unfortunately, Richard and the others outbid us. Our move not only got us embarrassingly soaked in shamesoaked shame, but also abruptly got us into a desperate strugg
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
RICHARD'S POVThe shadows around me felt colder, and the festive lights from the window painted mocking streaks on the ground.Pulling myself together, I knocked on the door, my heart a drumbeat of contained fury and betrayal. The music dipped into silence as the door swung open, revealing Amelia, her smile faltering into confusion at my grim expression."Richard! What a surprise! We were just—" she started, her words trailing off under my cold gaze."Having a party, I see. Celebrating bankruptcy or something else?" The words were out before I could coat them in any civility. "What are you doing here, Richard?" Amelia's voice trembled slightly as she spoke. Ignoring her question, I strode over to a side table where an array of wines and spirits were artfully displayed. I picked up a bottle of their finest red—a Château Margaux, no less—and poured myself a generous glass. The rich aroma of the wine filled my nostrils as I took a slow, deliberate sip, letting the silence stretch uncomf
Lord Of The Ultra Billionaire System CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
RICHARD'S POVThe elevator doors slid open with a hush, ushering me into the sterile calm of the corporate floor. My steps echoed slightly as I made my way to the office, the weight of betrayal still a fresh wound. Jenny was already there, poised as ever, but her smile faltered when she saw my face. "Morning, Richard. Everything alright?" she asked, her voice laced with concern. "Not particularly, Jenny," I sighed, dropping my briefcase on the desk with more force than intended. "Have a seat. There's something you need to know." Jenny perched on the edge of the chair, her notepad ready. I leaned back, the leather of the chair cold against my shirt. "Yesterday, I found out that Amelia and her grandmother have been lying to us," I began, the bitterness in my voice sharper than I intended. "They claimed they were on the brink of bankruptcy, needed $35 million to cover their debts. Turns out, it was all a performance." Jenny's pen paused mid-air. "You mean they weren't bankrupt?"
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CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY-TWO
RICHARD’S POV—THREE YEARS LATER I ran around the living room, chasing our twins in some endless game of tag. They were shrieking with laughter, little feet pounding on the floor, and honestly, it was the best sound in the world. But just as I made a playful grab for them, Amelia walked in with a tray of biscuits and gave me one of her classic mom-glares.“Really, Richard?” she said, exasperated but trying not to smile. “If you keep chasing them like that, they’re going to fall. And then who’s getting up at night with them when they’re crying? Not me, that’s for sure.”I stopped in my tracks and threw my hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright! You win. Kids, you heard your mother. Grab a biscuit and calm down, alright? Before we all get grounded.”The twins scrambled toward the tray, wide-eyed and hungry like they hadn’t just had breakfast an hour ago. Amelia rolled her eyes at me, handing the kids each a biscuit before turning her gaze on me.“No biscuit for you, mister,” she tease
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY-ONE
RICHARD’S POVI sat there, tapping my foot against the cold tile, waiting for the doctor to come in. Amelia was beside me, looking exhausted from my dragging her here yet again. But we were here, and I’d finally get some peace of mind.The door opened, and Dr. Geller strolled in, looking... oddly cheerful. He scanned his clipboard before smiling at both of us. “Well,” he said, “I’ve got some news that I think you’re going to like.”Amelia glanced at me, raising an eyebrow. “He didn’t find anything, right? See, I told you, Richard…”“No, no,” Dr. Geller cut in, chuckling. “Nothing bad. Quite the opposite, actually.”I held my breath, narrowing my eyes at him. “Spit it out, Doc. I don’t do suspense.”He grinned, finally setting down the clipboard. “Amelia, congratulations. You’re pregnant. Again.”For a split second, I thought he was joking. But then it hit me like a tidal wave, and I shot to my feet. “Are you serious?!” I practically yelled, and probably looked like a lunatic, but I di
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY
RICHARD’S POV—THREE WEEKS LATER Arriving home with the bouquet in one hand and Amelia’s favorite snacks in the other, I hoped today would lift her spirits, even a little. She hadn’t been herself since...well, since the loss. Three weeks, and yet it felt like everything had been hollowed out.As soon as I opened the door, the tense vibe hit me like a wall. Amelia was sitting there on the couch, pale but trying to keep calm, while her grandmother loomed over her with that steely look. The minute she spotted me, her eyes narrowed like she’d been waiting for this.“Richard,” she spat, voice low and biting, “this is all on you. You should have done better. Protected her, watched out for her—”“Enough,” I cut in, barely keeping my voice steady. I didn’t want a scene, not in front of Amelia. But I couldn’t just let this go. “If you’re going to blame someone, find a mirror.”Her face twisted, anger flaring up, and for a second I thought she’d come closer. “How dare you,” she snapped. “How da
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY-NINE
RICHARD’S POVDinner was quiet tonight. Too quiet. Amelia had barely touched her food, just pushing it around on her plate with this distant look in her eyes. I asked her if she was alright, and she’d just given me a tired smile and said she was fine. But something didn’t sit right. Still, I let it go, figuring she’d open up when she was ready.Upstairs, I lay on the bed waiting while she went into the bathroom. She closed the door behind her, and I stretched out, hands behind my head, staring up at the ceiling. The day had been long, and I was looking forward to nothing more than a quiet evening with her, maybe watch some dumb movie and unwind.But then I heard it—a loud voice cutting through the silence, sharp and strained. It was Amelia. A cry, filled with pain.I sat up so fast, my heart instantly in my throat. “Amelia?” I called, already on my feet and moving towards the door. There was no answer, only a muffled groan that sent my pulse skyrocketing.“Amelia, are you okay?” I ask
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY-EIGHT
RICHARD’S POVAmelia stared at me, her arms crossed, her eyes hard. I knew that look. It wasn't good.“He deserves whatever he's getting. Richard. You know that, right?"Her words hit me like a slap. I frowned, trying to keep calm. “Amelia, come on. He's still my brother. I know he messed up, but he's still family.” She shook her head, almost scoffing. "So what? Family doesn't mean you get a free pass to be a complete asshole and try to ruin someone's life.”I sighed, leaning back against the chair. "I'm not saying he should get a free pass. l'm just saying.. maybe he did what he did out of anger, or resentment, or-""Maybe?!" she cut me off, her voice rising. “Richard, he tried to kill you. He tied me up and used me as bait! I don't care if he was angry or resentful, that doesn't give him a damn excuse to behave like a psychopath!”I winced at her words. She wasn't wrong, but still… “Look, I know he crossed the line. A million times over. But people do stupid things when they're des
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SEVEN
RICHARD’S POV I froze, my breath catching in my throat as the bang reverberated through the room. For a second, everything was still. Silent. I looked down. Blood. Not mine. William gasped, his eyes wide with shock as he stared at the wound in his side. The gun slipped from his hand, clattering uselessly to the floor. I stumbled back, hands slick with blood, heart pounding so hard it felt like it was about to explode. The sound of the gunshot kept echoing in my ears like a bad dream, but this wasn’t a dream. William—my brother—was bleeding out on the floor. “Shit,” I gasped, rushing toward him. “Will… Goddamn it, stay with me!” His face was pale, eyes half-closed as he struggled to breathe. Blood poured from his side, seeping through my fingers as I pressed down hard. Too hard. It didn’t matter. “You’re gonna be fine. Hear me? You’re gonna be fine. Just hold on.” He coughed, a weak, bitter laugh escaping his lips. “Richard… you always… always screw things up, don’t you?” “Shut
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY-SIX
RICHARD’S POV “William," I said out loud. His body stiffened. He turned slowly to face me, his mask still on, but I knew it was him. The way he moved, his voice earlier—it all made sense now. “Take off the mask, man,” I said, my tone calm but laced with anger. “I know it’s you.” For a second, William didn’t move. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he pulled the mask off, revealing that familiar face. There was a twisted smirk on his lips, his eyes gleaming with hatred. I hated how much we looked alike—same damn smirk, same sharp features. “Smart as always, aren’t you, Richard?” he spat, lifting a gun and pointing it straight at me. “But not smart enough.” Great, now two guns were aimed at my head. Just another day in paradise. I grinned at him, trying to ignore the sweat dripping down my back. “William, c’mon. I don’t want trouble. I just want Amelia. Give me my wife, and I’ll walk out of here. No drama.” William let out a harsh laugh, shaking his head. “Oh, you’re funny. Rea
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FIVE
RICHARD’S POV We arrived at the building, and it looked dead—no lights, no signs of life, just an old, worn-down structure. My heart pounded in my chest, but I didn’t have time to feel fear. Not when Amelia was in there. Somewhere. The police moved quietly, guns raised, signaling me to stay back. But there was no way in hell I was sitting this one out. As we entered the place, it smelled of damp wood and dust. My stomach churned, my instincts screaming that something was wrong. But then, just as I was about to dismiss the silence as a bad sign, I heard it—a voice. One I recognized. I froze. Was that…? “Goddamn it!” The voice was angry, echoing through the hollow space. “The bastard’s smarter than I thought. Papers! Can you believe this shit?” He was yelling into the phone, furious about something. The guy kept going on and on, cursing me for filling the bag with papers instead of the ransom money. I crouched behind a half-broken wall, trying to get a better listen, my breath sha
CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND TWENTY-FOUR
RICHARD’S POV Morning came quicker than I wanted. I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my own reflection, trying to calm my nerves. My heart was pounding in my chest, but I had to keep it together. Today was the day. The bag of fake cash sat on the bed, looking too light for the weight of what was at stake. I picked it up, slinging it over my shoulder like I was just going to the gym. If only it were that simple. The police were already outside, setting up, tapping into my phone like we’d planned. I headed out, feeling the cold air hit me as I got into my car. The drive to the location was tense, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that my knuckles turned white. I knew they were following me. Harris was in an unmarked car a few blocks back, probably sipping coffee like this was just another day for him. The location was a grimy parking lot, empty except for a few abandoned cars. The place looked like the kind of spot you’d find in a crime movie, the kind where not
